Beyond was an angle
in the wall, and just then a step to a higher grade of flat rock also.
Then a considerable steepness of the narrow floor, and a bending to the
left, when it was lost to view behind the mass of perpendicular rock.
As the sun rose, I looked down toward the lake, which seemed to lie
almost directly beneath, so nearly perpendicular was the mountain on
that side. About six or seven hundred feet below me, I observed a bird
flying from point to point up the mountain. Soon it disappeared from
view. It had flown to the other side. Presently it re-appeared, still
circling and rising, now perching at one point, and now at another
higher up, then passing out of view again. At length it seemed to come
more directly upward; it rose more rapidly, and was continually in
sight.
It was a parrot. I heard its cry. I could see it distinctly.
"Pippity, Pippity!" I cried, "is that you?"
He gave one joyful scream, alighted on my shoulder, and then on my
hand, talking as fast as his tongue could run: "How d' ye do? How d' ye
do? Frank, Frank!"
"Food, food, Pippity!" I begged; and before I had finished the words he
flew down the abyss, screaming as he went.
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